(A/N: I'm back!!! wow I'm being really good to you readers, because I also finished the last chapter of The Loved and The Betrayed. I expect lots of reviews!!! BEWARE: Kikyou bashing in this story, so Kikyou fans be warned. Oh and don't worry, Inu, your not a poet this time. You're a lead singer in a punk ska band (IISL: YAY!!!) Anyway, hope you enjoy this story!!!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Not Inuyasha or the songs used later in the story. T.T

Old Or New?

The First Day

Don't be nervous she told herself. The first day of a new school in a new town all alone with no friends can't be THAT bad! She took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the school. She was wearing white-washed almost baggy jeans, a dark blue tank top with a red and black striped zip-up sweatshirt. It was zipped up about half way and hung loosely on her skinny shoulders. Head phones of her MP3 tucked safely in pocket. Flipping her raven black hair over her shoulder, she walked into the main office.

The main office was ordinary looking, with gray carpet, off-white walls, desks for the two secretaries and mutable doors leading off to who knows where. She walked up to one of the secretaries who looked not that busy and gave the secretary her name. In return, she gave the student her schedule.

"Alright, now if you could just sit in one of those chairs over there, I'll just make a call and get someone to show you around. Okay?" She nodded. She didn't know why adults asked if you were okay with it. They should know by now that we have been brainwashed to do their bidding. With a sigh she sat down and finally noticed the guy sitting in another chair. He had on practically black baggy jeans, a black tee shirt that had a skull in flames on it, a black sweatshirt over it and finally a white beanie on his head that had (you guessed it) a skull on it. He looked like your average bad-ass teenager.

But, that's not what caught her attention. Nor was it the fact that he had a I-am-so-pissed-right-now-and-if-you-even-look-at-me-weird-I'll-punch-your-lights-out look on his face. It was his hair and eyes. His hair was a gorgeous silver color and was long enough he could've sat on it. His eyes were a gold-ish amber. Like a dog's. And the fact he was a hanyou. He caught her staring.

"What" he asked rather annoyed.

She was getting annoyed herself at his rudeness, but she figured he had obtained his attitude from other people. Unfortunately, hanyous like himself weren't usually treated nicely. Most people treated them like dirt. Like they themselves weren't living, breathing things with feelings. She, however, wasn't one of those people. Nor was she one to judge someone before she got to know them, because she knew exactly what that felt like.

"I just wanted to know your name, since I'm new here and don't know anyone." He seemed not in the least surprised she wanted to know his name. It's because she doesn't know that I'm a hanyou he thought.

"Oh honey" the secretary said over hearing her question. "You don't want to talk with him. He's just a...uh...trouble maker" she said in a conceited way.

(A/N: The secretary will not have a name, she will always just be "the secretary")

She rolled her eyes and turned toward the secretary. "Don't worry about me." she said, all the time giving her the double birdie behind her back. All which was perfectly visible to the hanyou. He put his hand over his mouth to cover his smile and to attempt to suppress his laughter.

"...Alright honey, if you say so..." the secretary said looking suspiciously over at the hanyou.

"Anyway," she continued turning back to him. "Now will you tell me what your name is?"

"Feh, why do you care?" he said bluntly, scowl returning to his face.

"Why not?" she returned.

Because I'm a hanyou, and you'll just me like everyone else he answered in his mind. She, on other hand, seemed quiet and calm. On the outside that is. On the inside, she was freaking out. She was talking to a boy. That was forbidden by her boyfriend. Actually her ex, but he came over and acted like he owned her. That's the reason she switched schools, towns, lives. She was still afraid though, because this isn't the first time she moved and he still found her. Talking to this boy was a way for her to break the rules, stop the uneasiness, to separate herself away from him. At least, she hoped that would happen.

Though it was slight, he could sense her nervousness, her fear. He could almost hear her heart beat going about three times its normal rate. But again, it was very slight, for she had a overly strong defense for a girl her age. What was making her so afraid? It wasn't from the normal first day at a new school anxieties. Other from that, he had no idea. Feh, why should I care? She's just going to turn out like the others, running away screaming names and words that I would not like to repeat at me. Yet, something was different about this girl, something he couldn't put his finger on.

"By your not answering me, your probably assuming that I'm just going to treat you like your worth nothing because you're a hanyou, am I right?" she raised an eyebrow at the last part. Now, if wasn't surprised before, he sure was now. Though he only showed it for a moment, the damage was already done. But, before they could say anything else, a girl with long brown hair in a pony tail came in.

She was wearing dark blue jeans with a red shirt on that said in white, "Don't mess with me; I'll mess back harder." Her eyes held kindness, though supported with a tough attitude.

"Ah, Sango. So glad you could make it. She's over there." said the secretary.

Once they were outside the office, Sango let out a sigh.

"Finally, we're out of that hell-hole." she turned toward her and stuck out her hand. "I'm Sango Tsuikichi. Pleased to meetcha."

"Kagome Higurashi" she introduced herself and took Sango's hand.

"I hate it in there" she said reffering to the main office. "For some reason it has always given me the creeps."

"I know what you mean. That secretary is a real bitch. When I was getting my schedule, she acted as if I couldn't spell my own name."

"Finally! Someone else agrees!" Sango said laughing. Kagome smiled. It was her first in a while. "Anyway," she continued as she caught her breath. "Could I see your schedule?"

"Here." Sango quickly glanced over it. "Well that's a good thing. You have five out of seven periods with me, not including lunch. The other two I'm pretty sure you have with my best friend Ayame. Don't worry. If you like me so far, which I hope you do, you'll like her too."

Kagome was just about to answer when she something or should she say someone grabbing her ass. She quickly twirled around and slapped the culprit. She ended up face with a guy, probably about her age with black hair pulled into a ponytail and the nape of his neck, now with a red hand print on his face. He had on green shirt that said in purple lettering, "It's my hand's fault". Fitting Kagome thought.

"Hentai!" Sango yelled, landing him a punch on the head.

"Ow! My dear Sango, why do you have to be so aggressive?" the kid complained.

"Miroku, you never learn, do you?" Sango yelled at him, obviously pissed.

"I just can't help myself, Sango. She just looked too hot to pass up." That earned him another lump on the head, his time from Kagome. After her blow was administered, she stomped off to class. She quickly turned around the corner, only to bump into that silvered hair boy again.

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